The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-05-21
BE poured out his story wien fever.

he poured out his story with fever
ish haste.
"There" he gasped, as he finished.
"What is left for me?"
81 am left, Vance," she said, nest
ling up TO him.
"You see, can't say, All is lost
save honor!'" cried Vance. "Honor
is lost first OF ALL"
GLOW much time is there before
"she faltered, paling visibly.
"Before discovery and the trial and
the prison? Bah! do you think ]
would face that?"
"Oh what do you mean?" she crieo,
clinging to him in terror. "But know
i know Oh, promise me, Vance,
you will not. You will wait-wait
two days. might think-of q way"
"Child, what could you do? Have
you boarded up five thousand dol
lars?" cried Vance, mockingly.
"No; do not jest, but promise me"
He saw her face 30 CHASTITY in its
terror, that he did his best to dispel
the phantom he had raised.
She only half believed him. When
he left her she could not rest. 1t was
10 O'Clock, and the night was a dreary
one. The fog had turned to q dreary
drizzle, and the pavements looked
shiny and forbidding in the pale glim'
mer OF the street.lamps.
Rose shuddered as she looked out.
A child OF the sun, she shrank from
the cold and the Jog and storm, but
she faced it, nevertheless, wrapping
herself in waterproof and covering
her black felt hat with O vail.
al have no time to lose," she said,
and the scarlet spot flew back to her
cheeks, though her teeth were chat
tering. "He will be busy to-morr ow.
/ must see him to night"
Once out in the street she was sem
sble OF cold misery that penetrated
her being. She was too absorbed in
her mission to analyze it, or to noti"e
that her kid slippers were soaked and
sodden.
at is O. chance" she said to herself,
"and l must not let it CO."
She had calculated well. Zachary
Sheldon had expected to hear her
sing that night, and was even now
emerging in avery bad humor from the
hall.
The blonde Lillian was smiling on him
in vain. He excused himself and
plunged into the fog-a big, unwieldy
figure, who looked capable OF making
his way through the mist that seemed
solid enough to lean against. He
stopped with jerk as q little trem.
bling hand was laid on his arm.
'You said-you said, faltered Rose,
almost in tears, "that If ever want
ed a friend-and, oh! | want one
now"
"Why, bless my SOUL" my dear lit
tie girl" said Zachary, "to be sure.
Come right in here-it's all right-and
tell me all about it,"
Rose did not pause. She scarcely
glanced at the place, which was in re-
ality, an apparently respectable ice
cream saloon. There was littleroom
at the back entirely deserted. The
night was too dreary for the chilly
dainty.
They sat down at q table, and Zach.
airy called for Something. Rose did
not notice. She could not swallow,
and the cake and wine remained I'M
touched.
The blonde Lillian, who had been
snubbed, stood for a moment in 81
lent wrath. She had designs on the
broker, and saw plainly that Rose
was in her way. She recognized the
lovely face in the light OF q street
lamp.
"The brazen thing" she muttered;
"to lie in wait for him in that way,
when she pretended to give him the
cold shoulder before folksl"
A dark form that seemed blindly
stumbling along in the fog passed by,
and she called out:
Just q moment sooner, Mr.. Err
skine, and you would have found her."
"Her-who?" muttered Vance, in a
startled tone.
"Ah, what! the one woman in the
universe, to be sure-the Provence
Rosel She's primrose, generally, but
TO night An, | always suspect the
prim ones. Now i am frankly gay.
It's all open and above board. But
who would suspect that little puss OF
scheming for the favor of the rich
brokerl There they go, turning into
Minaud's g, declared Well. I've had some
pretty little rackets at Minaud's."
Vance had grown white to the lips.
He stopped not for a word, but
sprang after the retreating cou-
pie. He saw them enter the
restaurant, and then he stopped to
catch his breath. He was painting like
a runner. He had reached his goal
and knew not what to do next. A
nnnd rnreasoninp ianlnnsv had gained